"A face that could stop a heart/a body like heaven incarnate/a soul like a dreamer/with the heart of a warrior-queen/she walks amongst us mortals/showing her smile to lift us up/with skin that makes silk look rough/and a kiss like ambrosia in a cup/dealing with the baddies is her game/and she does it well/Faith is her well-deserved name/and she's got my eyes under her spell."

Hank's quiet little chant is spoken entirely with eyes glinting and locked on hers and then he drops them and slugs back the drink.

"Scotch, neat, please."